Little Feng Buchong did not continue to give everyone too many surprises.
Other than occasionally repeating the word 'Big Bug', he refused to say anything else. Including his own father, mother, brother and sister, he refused to say anything else.
Mother Xue Luo's patience seemed to have become stronger. She was not as anxious as before, she was certain that her son was not mute after all. It was only a matter of time before he spoke a complete sentence.
She thought that it was all thanks to her husband Feng Xinglang that her son could speak, Xue Luo subconsciously wanted her son to be closer to his biological father. And the little fellow was never tired of it.
Feng Xinglang, who returned to the office after the regular meeting, fell into deep thought when he saw his son playing alone.
The little fellow raised his head to look at his biological father, he muttered a few words habitually, "Big … Big … Bug."
His voice was not loud, it was more like a reminder and a question. Because the little fellow seemed to have caught some patterns, he had to wait for his biological father to be free to bring him to Big Bug's place after lunch.
Seeing that his biological father ignored him, the little fellow did not waste his breath and continued to play by himself.
At noon, Feng Xinglang made good use of his identity as the 'Crown Prince'.
He called Repulse Bay and asked Xing Shier to pack two lunches and send them over; Xing Shier, who was suppressed by Hetun, naturally did not dare to disobey.
Xing Shier was more than happy to have a chance to be close to Little Feng Buchong.
"Little bug, come over and let godfather hug you!"
Xing Shier boldly called himself godfather in front of Little Feng Buchong. He knew that Feng Xinglang would not complain about him to his godfather Hetun over such trivial matters, so he was fearless.
Even if Feng Xinglang would be angry, he could not defeat him, so he could only be angry. What could he do to him?
He did not know if Feng Xinglang heard him, but he looked at Xing Shier, who was pouncing towards his son, and his gaze became slightly more solemn.
Godfather? Dream on! I don't even call my biological father!
The little fellow ran away; but his short legs could not outrun Xing Shier's long legs, he was caught by Xing Shier after a few steps and carried on his shoulder. Everything was done in one go!
"If you like children so much … why don't you give birth to your own! That little teacher... I think he's not bad! "
Feng Xinglang walked over and laid lazily on the sofa. He glanced lazily at Xing Shier, who was happily playing with his son.
"That little teacher isn't as pretty as Lin Xueluo! Who knows how ugly their children will be! "
This reason … Should he be happy that Xing Twelve praised his wife? Or should he reprimand Xing Shier for having improper thoughts about his wife?
"If it's not your own seed, no matter how good-looking the child is … it can only be someone else's child!"
Feng Xinglang snorted calmly.
Xing Shier was momentarily stunned. He lowered his head to look at the little fellow who was struggling in his arms.
"It has to be pleasing to the eye! Am I right, little bug? "
Xing Shier glanced at Feng Xinglang, who was sitting on the sofa. "Crown Prince Xing, since you're so good at giving birth to sons, why don't you give this little worm to me to raise?"
"…"
Feng Xinglang pursed his lips speechlessly. "That won't do! I have to raise my own child! "
"Stingy!" Xing Shier rolled his eyes at Feng Xinglang.
"Oh right, the thing I asked you to bring …"
Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked at his son, Feng Buchong, as if worried if the little thing could understand. "Did you bring it?"
"Yes! The signal source is strong and well hidden! "
Xing Shier asked out of habit, "Who are you eyeing? If it's not convenient for me, I can ask Old Fourteenth to do it for me! "
"Mm, I'll think about it."
Feng Xinglang only responded with a sentence. He did not argue or explain.
He was thinking of something. "Oh right, I did something good to help you achieve your goals! From next week onwards … remember to dress more handsome! "
"I'm afraid that if I continue to look handsome … Lin Xueluo will fall for me and dump you!"
Xing Shier glared at Feng Xinglang confidently.
Feng Xinglang only lifted the corners of his lips slightly. "You don't have to worry about this at all! My, Feng Xinglang's, woman will only love me! "
"Pfft! Shameless! "
Xing Shier rolled his eyes in a very technical manner.
…
After lunch, Feng Xinglang attentively helped his son, Feng Buchong, to pee.
"Big Buchong is here …" There was a strange and sudden sound.
The little thing immediately looked around happily; but he could not find any trace of Big Buchong.
It seemed that this' Big Buchong 'really existed … Feng Xinglang raised his brows slightly.
"Do you want to go to Big Buchong's house? Mm, be good and finish peeing, I'll bring you there. "
The little thing did not have the urge to pee; in order to please his father, Feng Xinglang, he squeezed out a few drops.
"Buchong, do you like Big Buchong or do you like me?"
Meanwhile, Feng Xinglang had successfully completed his task. He stuffed something as big as a button into the little guy's outer pocket.
"Big … Big Buchong."
The little thing repeated in a babbling voice. He straightened his little waist and signaled to his father that he had finished peeing and could set off now.
Feng Xinglang fulfilled the little thing's wish and decided to change the location of his lunch break to Cong Gang's haunted house.
Along the way, the little thing howled excitedly. Its little mouth muttered the Martian language. Every time they turned a corner, the little thing would hum happily.
There were no roadblocks and the journey was smooth.
You're courting death! You won't rest in peace even if you die! Do you have to come up with some tricks to make your presence known?!
Don't let me catch you, or else you'll never be able to reincarnate!
Before he swiped his face, Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked around: Although there was no one around, it was not overgrown with weeds.
As if it had always been like this, as if it had never changed.
Had he neglected the tenacious vitality of the weeds?
Feng Xinglang frowned slightly. As the little thing howled impatiently, he swiped open the smart door.
The moment the door was opened a gap, the little thing squeezed in and ran straight through the living room towards the corner.
"Feng Buchong, slow down … Be careful!"
Feng Xinglang did not chase after his son who ran away happily. Instead, he laid down on the sofa in the living room that was not very comfortable.
"I'll take a nap in the living room for a while … Come and look for me when you're tired."
Feng Xinglang laid sideways, looking really sleepy.
The living room was silent. Perhaps the only sound was the invisible earphones in Feng Xinglang's ears.
"Big … Big … Bug … Bug …"
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